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This patrol is not going the way that Hawks had hoped for. "Come on," he mutters to himself, eyes trained on the building below him.
It was supposed to be just another neighborhood to fly over, assuring the citizens of their safety, until some idiotic villains decided to fuck up his night and cause havoc in the area.
I need to leave, he thinks, annoyed, as he casually hangs in the sky. He and his fellow heroes have split up outside of an abandoned hospital, overgrown with vines and bushes, as they attempt to secure the area. He got stuck being the lookout, as he's the only one capable of getting the best view of their surroundings.
As aggravating as it is, at least it's not incredibly boring. The villains inside are harboring hundreds of thousands of stolen yen from some stupid local bank, and they are currently the reason why he's about to be late for his meeting.
"We've got eyes on the villains," a voice finally announces over his earpiece, and the hero stills as he waits for directions with fleeting patience. "Proceed with caution to the east side, quirks still remain unknown—"
"On my way," he responds immediately, wings beating as he carries himself quickly to the opposite side of the building. Screw being a lookout—he can take these people down in an instant. Even if they managed to get outside without him watching for it, he'd be on them in seconds.
He drops down through a crumbling ceiling, and the only light that greets him is the pale moonlight streaming through the windowless holes in the wall. He can't remember if anyone on his patrol had initially gone this way, as there are only three of them present at the moment, but he figures he'll find out as he goes along.
Quiet now, Hawks strains his ears to listen for any villains. "Hawks, what are you doing?!" his team supervisor exclaims in his ear. "You're supposed to be keeping watch!"
He rolls his eyes to himself, creeping through the hallway. "I'll be fine," he whispers curtly, not wanting to give away his location in case someone is nearby. He thinks he can hear people talking, and although the sound is distant, it's definitely there.
Hawks keeps his steps light as he heads hurriedly towards the sounds, minding the fact that the building's structure is fragile, plus the criminals could hear him. I can't believe I still have to meet with Dabi tonight, he groans to himself. I need a damn vacation or something.
He's been meeting with the villain for awhile now, and although it feels like they just keep walking in circles around each other, Hawks is sure that progress has been made. It's gotten to where he never knows if the next meeting will take him directly to Shigaraki or not.
Knowing his luck, that would be the only one that he's late for. Damn it, he just wants this patrol to hurry up and be over with.
The voices get progressively louder as he approaches a hollowed-out doorway, leading out onto a metal catwalk. They sound more coherent, and he can make out a few words, "...escape in the tunnels..."
His heart rate increases, and he quickly radios over, "Found them. I'm getting a closer look."
"Approach cautiously, we still don't understand..."
He allows the voice to trail off in his mind as he heads towards the danger. If they think they're gonna escape, then they don't know who they're messing with.
He takes careful steps forward, peering into the new area and testing the ground, making sure he won't make any noise. Bright, yellow light reflects off of the wall, and Hawks can tell its source isn't coming from the moon. How far can I go inside? He looks for a good hiding spot.
His eyes catch on the corner next to the entrance, concealed entirely by shadows. If he stays there, the light won't reveal his presence, and he could offer in-depth intel while he waits for his fellow pros.
Sure of his safety, he walks with determined steps, lowering himself down and hiding behind the steel railing. Below him, he sees the criminals clearly now, gleeful faces unmasked and hands filled with cash in the glow of a dangling light bulb.
He shifts his microphone closer, whispering, "I see them," watching as they count through the yen in their black duffel bags with gloating expressions. "I see the money, too." He takes in their appearance, looking for any sign of danger he could be in. "Two villains, both males. Both appear to be 172 centimeters, wearing black."
"Anything else?"
There isn't any visible use of their quirks, and he responds, "Nothing." He bites his knuckles, thinking about how easy it would be to drop down and slap a pair of handcuffs on their wrist.
Another voice comes over the channel, "Hawks, wait for Miruko and I. We've met up and are heading your way, we're about two minutes out."
Then, a second person speaks in the background, clearly the voice of his friend as she snaps, "I swear, Hawks, you better not charge in there without us and take all the credit! You got that?!"
Rumi knows him better than anyone else, and he hates it during moments like these. Hawks groans before he radios back, "Understood, Miruko. I'll be waiting." The words come out with regret, because the villains are right in front of him and he knows he could stop them, even by himself.
He taps his fingers against his coat, wondering if now would be an appropriate time to text Dabi about being late. He draws out his phone from his pocket and hides it behind the coat's flaps, pulling up the contact and thinking about what he'll say.
Ugh. He rolls his eyes as he figures the response he'll get. Knowing Dabi, he'll get pissed, and he might not even show up out of spite. I really hate him sometimes.
Tonight could just be another tease of his impending access to the League, but it could also be the key he's been waiting for. He can't just leave his patrol now, though.
That's irritating enough, but then, the villains below start opening their mouths.
"I can't believe how incompetent those heroes are," one of them sneers, voice echoing off of the walls as he's stuffing the money back into the bag. "And Hawks is on this patrol, can you believe that?! They're all so stupid, they'll never find us when we get underground!"
Hawks breath catches angrily in his throat. "I didn't think we were even gonna get to the hideout at first," the other replies, laughing. "They've all become so damn useless without their precious Symbol of Peace!"
He balls his hands up in furious, white-knuckled fists. God, he can't stand villains. The lowlifes below him are too caught up in their temporary win to realize that they could be up against the wall in three seconds flat. They haven't shown off their quirks, but with how they're acting, he doesn't feel one ounce of fear—only annoyance.
Not to mention, he's supposed to being catering to another villain in less than ten minutes. If he doesn't hurry the hell up, he risks ruining an operation that's been ongoing for months. His breath picks up in a panic.
On top of it all, his team is taking their sweet time getting here.
His breathing must've been loud enough in the large, garage-like area, as the two quiet down with curious eyes. "Did you hear that?" one questions. I need to speed this up.
Everything that he's suppressed crashes over him at once. In a sudden flash of violent impatience, he bends his knees with his glaring gaze focused on their positions. His hand swipes quickly into his pocket, putting his phone away in favor of drawing out two silver pairs of cuffs. They clink together, and the sound echoes off of the wall. The two criminals stiffen noticeably with fear, backing up as they search for the source.
"Fuck it, I'm going for it."
Without waiting for the go-ahead, Hawks yells out, "Stop!" as he jumps to the ground. The two jolt in shock, scrambling backwards without taking their eyes off of the hero. He flares out his wings in an intimidating display, eyes darting around to pinpoint the perfect place to trap them with his feathers. My feathers could bury themselves in the wall, he notices, smiling without kindness in their direction as they scream. Time to finally end this.
"Hawks! Hawks!" Someone is shouting. "Stop, wait for your backup! We don't know what these villains are capable of!"
He huffs aloud with exasperation, watching the villains struggle to flee away from him. Who do they think he is? "I got it," he mutters as he propels himself forward, not caring to listen to the rest of his support team's advice. Adrenaline is roaring in his ears, blocking out all rationality as the need to capture overwhelms him.
Feathers shoot out in all directions, sharp and pointedly calculated to trap the criminals where they stand against the wall. They shriek in surprise at their clothes being pinned to the surface, successfully keeping them in place. He smirks, soaring in their direction with handcuffs dangling from his fingers. Easy.
I've got a meeting tonight that's more important than some two-bit villains, he thinks as he stalks towards them, still aggravated that they dared to throw off the timing of his plans. He may still make it on time if he plays his cards right. He could hand them directly over to law enforcement in the middle of giving his statement—
The villains' expressions shift. Instead of terrified, they relax with relief. One is smiling, one of them laughs.
Huh? Hawks wonders, snapping the cuffs around their wrists. Why the fuck are they laughing?
Come to think of it, why hasn't he heard anything from his team in the last twenty seconds? They should be on his ass for cuffing the villains before his backup arrived...
He stills as he hears footsteps directly behind him.
"H—k—" a voice crackles brokenly over his device. "—an—oth—"
His eyes widen, and upon whirling around, he's met with a hand stretched out directly into his face. A powerful blast of wet mist sprays directly into his face, spreading around him in a blushing, pink cloud. Before he can get out of the way, the fog creeps its way into his nose and mouth, seeping down his throat. What? he thinks as he coughs violently. What is this? A sleep quirk? Poison?
Hacking, he collapses, driving a leg forward and kicking the newcomer's ankles. A startled yelp escapes their throat, and Hawks rolls away as he tries to escape the mist. He hears the other villains gasping for air, and then he hears the radio come back to life, "—Come in, Hawks! What's happening?!"
Hawks grabs at the microphone, using his wings to take him into the air and offer a clear view below him. The pink fog pools on the ground, slowly drifting up to where he's flying. "Some kind of gas," he gasps, coughing as he covers the bottom half of his face. He notices how much softer his coat feels up to his nose, and he has a second to think, that's kind of strange, before he hears the sound of pounding footsteps coming towards the area.
Thinking about his friends falling victim to the strange quirk, he frantically yells, "Don't come in here! Might be poison!" His eyes catch on a burst of movement in the corner of the room, heading in the direction of the door.
He draws a sharp feather from his wings and drops down, flying for them and colliding with the newcomer and their goons head-on. "Oh, hell no," he snarls, grabbing their hair and yanking them back. He hears the hand-cuffed bodies fall without the support of their friend, and with a brief moment of wrestling, he manages to pin the new villain down.
Instead of a violent reaction, as he expects, he feels a teasing hand touch the side of his face. The feeling bursts in his body, his senses alight with new and sharper focus. He gasps, dumbfounded, prompting a soft giggle below him.
"What's wrong?" a seductive, feminine voice asks. A gentle hand caresses over his costume, the touch sparkling with electricity as it drags on. "Are you feeling a little heated, hero?"
He jolts backwards just as she kicks herself out from underneath him, swiping her leg and nailing him directly into his cheek. He falls on his back, intense pain blooming underneath where her foot connected with his face. He shouts another garbled warning to his team, attempting to get back up.
He's never felt like this before. Hawks has dealt with his fair share of villains, but he hasn't had any direct run-ins with gas quirks. Think, think, what could it be? He wracks his brain for answers as he rolls on his stomach, trying and failing to stand up. I'm not sleepy, this isn't exhaustion I'm feeling. I can breathe normally, I don't feel like I'm dying...
His crotch presses against the ground, and a sigh of relief escapes him. His cock noticeably feels much heavier in his pants.
Oh, no.
He lets his head fall back to the ground, wincing in agony. An idea forms in his mind of what it is, and if he's correct, that means he's not going anywhere other than home. No, no, please, not tonight...
He's read about lust quirks and what they do.
Some can leave a simple headache and craving, while others entail a desire so intense and painful that it's fatal if not cared for. With how his body is reacting to every little thing happening around him, he's starting to wonder if he got the bad dose of it.
Shit, shit, okay. He can get out of this, he's not a top ranking pro for nothing.
With renewed strength in his muscles, he pushes himself off of the ground and onto his feet, striding in the direction of the door in which he heard the villains escape out of. He listens closely for any sounds that will indicate their location, but without warning, a loud ringing has replaced reality. Everything sounds muffled, as if he's transcending into a dream.
He pushes open the door, then walks right into blinding light. The quiet sound of a helicopter rushes above him, and blinking his droopy eyes, he sees three individuals on their knees with their hands on top of their heads.
Oh, good, he figures, backing away from the source of light. Looks like we did it. Didn't even tear the building down, awesome. He starts to walk away, hoping to escape the scene before he's stopped by someone on his team. The last thing he wants is for someone to question his odd behavior.
Of course, things aren't ever that easy.
"Hawks!" a voice loudly reprimands behind him, and apparently, that was all it took to make the world around him clear again. He turns slowly in the direction of the voice, careful not to expose a growing problem in his front side.
He recognizes the bobbing white hair of his friend and pro-hero, Miruko. "We were only a minute away, you dummy!" she snaps, jogging up and slapping him on the shoulder. "What were you thinking, attacking on your own? You could've been seriously injured, you're lucky you only escaped with a few minor bruises!"
He inhales at the feeling that sparks alongside the discomfort, releasing in his body in the form of pleasure. Shit.
Biting his lip, he manages an obviously fake chuckle. "I suppose you're right," he responds, voice shaky as he tries to waddle away without drawing anymore attention to himself. "Well, good job. I'm gonna go home now. Bye bye."
Before he can escape, Miruko calls, "Wait! What about your report?"
He closes his legs together, feeling his cock beginning to leak in its confinements. Damn it, damn it, get away from me. He has to go home and take care of his new issue before it gets to the point where he can't fix it himself.
"Report?" he repeats over his shoulder, clearing his throat as he hears the rough edge in his tone. "Simple. I found the villains, got attacked, but now they're in custody. Goodbye."
Miruko isn't having it. "Hawks, hold on," the white-haired woman says, voice commanding with an undertone of concern. It takes a lot from Hawks to not flee on the spot. Damn her for being a good friend.
Then, she takes a few closer steps. "Are you sure you're okay?" Miruko asks, hand enclosing around his forearm. "You don't look so good, man, you want me to give you a ride home?"
The area that she's holding screams a sensation of yes yes yes yes. Hawks reels backwards, failing to hold back a groan. Coughing and leaning over in an attempt to mask the growing erection, he mutters, "No, no, I-I'm okay." He stumbles away, unfolding his wings. "Th-Thank you, Miruko, but I'm-I have to go home, right now."
He shoots up in the air as she calls after him, "Get well soon!"
He tries to lift his hand in acknowledgement of her statement, but it comes out as a feeble and pathetic wave of his fingers. Hoping she misinterprets it as exhaustion, he soars across the sky, trying to take in the fresh air and clean his lungs of the aphrodisiac that has settled itself in his body. He can already feel it start to spread throughout him, weakening his wings and making his cock strain in his costume.
He's gonna be in for a horrible night.
The fly back to his apartment is hell. Not only is he much slower, but he has to restrain himself from ripping his clothes off mid-flight and start showing his dick some attention. It's only getting worse the longer he waits, and even though desire is one hell of a motivator, it's certainly not speeding him up.
When Hawks finally gets inside of the building, he feels his body threatening to shut his consciousness down as it struggles to focus on every spot of tormenting pleasure. He has to drag himself to the elevator by his wings, which are fighting to carry the dead weight of his body. I have to hurry, he thinks, racing inside and slamming a heavy fist on the button labeled with the number five.
Once he's safely shut away from watchful eyes, he leans against the wall and discreetly puts pressure on his weeping cock.
It's not much, but it'll do. He hisses out loud, then bites the inside of his cheek to hold back anymore sounds.
The lust isn't relieved, though. It feels like it's only getting worse.
He figures as long as he can get inside his home without anyone coming to interrupt him, he can work the effects out of his system, and there won't be any problem. Shit, I'm so close, just have to wait a little longer.
Coherency begins to dissipate as the elevator door opens. His vision blurs after only a few centimeters ahead of him, and although there is light in the hallway, he's struggling to make sense of where his apartment is. Gotta go left, I think... He's growing insanely dizzy with arousal, nothing properly processing or making sense in his brain. Am I even on the right floor?
One thought properly registers in his muddled mindset: he can't work the arousal out of his body in time for his meeting with Dabi.
As lovely as he is trying to feel, that shitty realization counters it enough to bring him back to the present. His eyes land on the door of his apartment, and as he thanks his lucky stars for carrying him this far, he struggles with sweaty fingers to grab the correct key and get it into the lock. Come on, come on, just need to get in.
The key slots inside, and Hawks pushes his door open to the welcoming aura of his home. He whimpers shamelessly at how good the cool air feels, strong with the scent of strawberries and cinnamon.
It's amazing, but overwhelming. He wants to feel more of it without being trapped inside of his costume.
He almost considers ignoring Dabi and ditching him without a word, wanting to just get this night over with, but he knows he can't do that. He slams the door shut and starts stripping his clothes off, running for the couch as he grabs for his phone.
He collapses on top of the cushions dramatically, sighing happily at the soft contact. He needs more.
The screen is blurry and it's hard to see, but he hopes that auto-correct and his memory of where the buttons are will help him. Frantically typing with shaky fingers, he says two words that'll get the message across, "Can't come," and hits send with a hum of relief.
Then, he's hit violently with a wave of heat. He drops his phone on the carpet, fingers outstretched and twitching as painful lust snakes throughout his bloodstream. His eyes snap open and his hips jut in the air, seeking attention.
He wishes someone were here with him, but at least he doesn't have to worry about seeing Dabi like this.
Dabi, huh.
There's a nice thought.
He's always had a fascination with the cremation villain since the day they met, even though he absolutely hates his guts. He's a manipulative bastard with alluring blue eyes, and fuck, the things he'd give to have their attention on him right now. Dabi stands a good head taller than him, and the way he looms over Hawks makes him feel things he definitely should not be feeling. His voice is always deep and edged with danger, luring the hero in...
It doesn't matter if it's actually him or the aphrodisiac talking. At this moment, Dabi is the ideal model for his fantasies.
Although mostly naked, he's struggling to get his hands underneath the band of his underwear. His skin is tight, muscles straining with tension, and his heavy, trembling fingers are finding it difficult to make their way to his cock.
Shit, shit, is it too late to handle this on my own?
He cries out pitifully, trying to cup his crotch with more pressure, but he's only getting weaker. Everything feels like it's getting hotter, and he's without a way to make it better.
He wishes Dabi were here to help. If only he could hold him close, touch every aching part of his body.
His cock, tenting in his underwear, twitches at the idea. But it's not enough.
Fuck. He can't call for help, he doesn't even think he can speak with how his throat is starting to dry up.
Is this it? Am I really going out like this?
He heaves in breaths, hoping in his dazed brain that the worst of it will be over soon.
***
Can't come.
Dabi sneers down at his phone, climbing up the fire escape with a shake of his head. The metal is cold on his heated fingertips, and a chilly breeze rustles his hair and clothes as he makes the effortless journey to the fifth floor.
To say that he's annoyed would be an understatement.
He had been on time for once, and that never happens with him. The occasion was that he was bored and he had been looking to antagonize his favorite hero, but Hawks failed to show. Not only that, but he fucking sent a message at the last possible minute, saying he couldn't come.
He wouldn't have cared at any other time, but he's not having that tonight. Not when he had been the one to show up first. Such disrespect.
He smirks as he makes it to the window that'll lead him into the hero's home, looking inside and seeing nothing but the pitch-black environment. A bit of light shines on the furniture in his living room from the streetlights, and on the couch, he thinks he sees the shadow of a familiar figure.
What kind of spy are you if you can't even come to one stupid meeting? he thinks, whistling as he easily props open the window to the hero's apartment. It's not locked, but Dabi figured it wouldn't be—he's been inside at three different occasions (without Hawks at home, of course), and in all that time, the hero still hasn't figured out how to secure a damn window.
His suspicions are confirmed as he hears faint breathing.
Dabi swings his legs over the ledge and into the room, humming a soft tune. He wanted to keep his knowledge of the famed hero's apartment a secret, but the built-up frustration with the high-and-mighty bird overflowed with that one text, and it's about to pour out in the form of a confrontation.
Hopping onto the soft carpet, Dabi calls out, "Hawks?" More faint breathing meets his greeting, and he guesses that he's sleeping. Cocky ass brat, thinking you can ditch out on me just for a few extra hours of sleep, he grumbles internally, approaching the sound. I'll bring the meeting right to your door, you stupid, arrogant bird...
Then, he hears a pronounced, dazed groan, rough with confusion.
He sneers, walking with purposeful steps over to the couch. Caught ya off guard, didn't I?
He sees Hawks now, laying down on his back. He's entirely naked, except for a dark pair of underwear covering his crotch. The red wings, which are normally groomed to perfection, appear ruffled and messy. His eyes blink slowly, as if unable to properly understand what's happening around him.
It's a tempting sight, truth be told. Dabi bites the bottom of his lip. Damn. Maybe he should've snuck into Hawks' apartment when he was sleeping sooner.
Then, upon closer inspection, Dabi notices that his body is slightly battered. His skin is unusually dark in areas that it shouldn't be, and the moonlight that glows directly on his face displays a huge bruise forming on his cheek. Shit, that must've hurt, he laughs to himself, wondering who could've managed to land such a powerful blow to the hero.
His lip twitches in curiosity, but he'll question him about it later. He thinks that Hawks is starting to regain his consciousness, if his noises are telling enough.
He holds back the urge to immediately add a few more injuries to the blond, wanting to wait for his first response. You're gonna learn not to piss me off, birdie. Leaning down and hovering above the hero, Dabi says with a grin, "Hi."
His sight adjusting to the darkness, Dabi sees Hawks' eyes bulge out. He figures it's from surprise, but before he can take a hold of Hawks and snarl a threat about wasting his time, Hawks lurches upwards and grips onto his shirt. He yanks him down without letting go, causing him to collapse on top of him with a stunned noise. His wings flare out, feathers springing out of place.
"Dabi," he breathes, voice desperate and dripping with desire. "P-Please, I." He winces in agony.
Dabi, startled, attempts to sit up, and the touch he leaves against his sweaty skin makes the blond whine loudly.
This is not what he expected from the hero. "Whoa, hey," Dabi starts, trying to back up and pry his locked fingers from his shirt. He looks over his body again, searching for any serious injuries he may have missed. "Are you hurt or something?"
That's not the most confusing part, though. He sounded pretty damn horny for a moment. Is he just imagining things?
Hawks only whimpers in reply, following him upwards while pawing frantically at his clothing. Dabi realizes with a dark bolt of shock to his chest that he's trying to lift it off of him.
There's no way.
"It—It's too hot," Hawks gasps, hands fumbling and wings twitching. "Please, help."
He has to steady his breathing, anger melting into something else. "What happened to you, little bird?" he asks, taking his small hands into his own. His heart rate picks up, and a familiar craving begins to settle inside of his body.
Hawks whines at the touch and nickname, feathers shuddering quietly. "Lust quirk," he manages, his fingers shaking in his hold. "Please, Dabi, I can't—" He chokes on his breath, unable to continue, falling forward into Dabi's chest.
A lust quirk? Dabi's breath hitches at the meaning, and what Hawks is clearly pleading for.
So that's why you wouldn't come see me tonight. Very interesting.
Dabi's struggling to keep his composure, starting to recognize how the situation is going to unfold. The hero's brown eyes shimmer with tears as he looks up at Dabi, wordlessly begging for him to put an end to his misery. Dabi meets his stare directly, steeling his gaze purposefully as he considers his options.
Is this bratty little hero asking me to see him through the effects of a lust quirk?
It's clear that he is, and he has it bad. If Dabi were to leave him here, he'd likely fall victim to one of two ugly outcomes: coma, or death. He'd be reading a news article the next day about him being discovered in his apartment, completely incapacitated.
It's not as if he can call any of his friends, though, and ask them if they'd be okay with fucking Hawks to keep him from dying. Besides, that would take too long and too many words to explain.
Even if I help, he'll probably be pissed about it later.
Of course Hawks doesn't actually want him here.
Dabi's not special, by any means—the thought is laughable. He's not a close friend, one that should be trusted with a situation like this. Hawks would probably prefer for one of his lady friends to be here, or if he has a crush, he'd take them any day over the patchwork villain. Once he's back to normal, he'll likely want to kick his ass.
Yet here he is now, begging for me, and not anyone else.
He tilts his head down, watching how the small hero is holding up. The features in his face are twisted as he chases that pleasure high, and his breathing is labored as he whispers plea after plea. He wants help, and right now, he wants it from Dabi.
Dabi's cock stirs at the tempting thought. He never thought he'd see the day when his favorite, bossy blond begged for his dick.
It's been awhile, and it's not like it would be much of a chore...
A grin stretches the staples in his cheek.
Hell, what kind of person would Dabi be to deny him?
Hawks exhales shakily from relief as Dabi cups his groin, applying steady pressure to his cock. "Hey, no need for any of that," he murmurs, voice lowering as he hooks a finger under the band of his undergarments, guiding him close. "I got you, little bird."
Hawks whimpers, "Oh, my God," as he embraces Dabi. His hair is soaked with sweat and his skin is burning up, feverish from the quirk. He must be suffering.
I'll fix that, Dabi thinks, his dick springing up excitedly. He drags his fingers along the hero's sweat-slicked back, careful not to catch the clips in his hands against Hawks' tender feathers. "Breathe, now. I'll take care of you."
"Yes..."
Hawks allows Dabi to pull him closer, moving and helping him sit in his lap. He doesn't wait, grinding down and capturing Dabi's lips in a kiss. Breathless whimpers and spit fall from his lips in between their clashing teeth.
Dabi slides his fingers down to his hips, digging into the soft skin as he rolls his crotch into his. Hawks shrieks at the contact, and as his body jolts, Dabi feels an unmistakable liquid seep through his underwear.
His breath stops. He came just from grinding? Feeling it and knowing that he was the cause of it causes the fire inside of him to burn just a little bit brighter.
Regardless, Dabi can't help a slight frown of disappointment. Really? That's all it took? That ended a lot faster than he thought it would. He had hoped to toy with him and draw out his pleasure, making him squirm and forget everything else except for Dabi's name.
It's not over, though, as Hawks' cock remains rock hard. He huffs with frustration against the villain's scarred neck, the noise high and desperate. "Dabi, more," he whimpers, pressing his messy undergarments against Dabi's ratty jeans.
Shit, this hero is going to be the death of him.
He slides his hands underneath Hawks' ass, gripping and coaxing his legs to wrap around his waist. "I'm gonna make you feel good, baby," he promises in his ear, picking him up and walking towards his room. Hawks nods enthusiastically, nosing and nipping at Dabi's purple-marked throat while his wings flutter excitedly. He's grateful that Hawks isn't in his right mind to question why he knows where to go.
Dabi bumps the door open with his hips, then hurriedly walks forward and drops Hawks on the bed. The villain makes to strip himself of his clothes, feeling desperate for his cock to be out in the open.
Hawks watches him as he reveals himself. When his cock is in clear view, a moan rips its way past Hawks' throat, and he only grows louder as Dabi climbs on top of him. He finally, finally tugs him out of his cum-soaked underwear, putting his red, throbbing cock on display under the lights of the bustling city below them.
He throws the last bit of fabric to the ground, briefly admiring the lovely view as Hawks mewls a feeble plea.
"Shh, shh," Dabi whispers, taking his lips into a biting kiss. He uses one hand to hold his head in place, and uses the other to reach for his nightstand. He's gone through it before awhile back, and he knows what contents are inside.
His hand wraps around a bottle, and he sits up while examining it. Hawks reaches for him with a displeased noise, wanting him to come back, but Dabi pushes his arms away with a chuckle. "I need you to relax, doll," he says darkly, popping open the cap of lube. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Hawks keens loudly, nodding quickly as his wings flap impatiently underneath him.
"Then make yourself useful while I get you ready, does that sound good?"
"O-Okay..."
The villain shifts their positions, bending him over his lap with his bobbing cock in view as he pours a generous amount of lube into one hand. Hawks remains still for a moment as drool spills past his lips, but once he realizes what's in front of him, he doesn't hesitate. With an excited wheeze, he takes Dabi's cock into his wet mouth, sucking greedily and moaning around his length.
It feels amazing, and although Dabi wants to remain somewhat composed, he can't bite back a pleased sigh. He watches, breathing heavily as Hawks' eyes roll into the back of his head, clearly enjoying it as much as Dabi is.
As entertaining as it is, Dabi has a different mission to accomplish. His free fingers roam over to the blond's cock, caressing slowly, as he waits for the lube to warm in his other hand. He watches Hawks intently for his reaction, swimming in the moment as his back stiffens and eyes grow huge, mouth pausing on Dabi's cock. He proceeds to cum again, crying out with a mix of pain and gratefulness as he makes a mess out of Dabi's hand.
"Holy shit," Dabi says aloud, awed, staring down at his twitching form. He's beautiful, his gaze clouded over with a seemingly endless desire for him. Overwhelmed by the thought, Dabi's voice drips with lustful intent as he says softly, "That's it, now. Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Dabi," Hawks cries, muffled, pulling off of him. Spit flies in all directions, dribbling down his reddened mouth.
Dabi's hips shift on their own accord at the delectable sight, craving more. Oh, fuck, that's hot. "Move a little closer," he guides, sliding his lubed-up fingertips down the curve of Hawks' ass. "I'm gonna fuck you real nice and good, just like you want it." He probes against his hole, circling teasingly as Hawks squirms across his lap.
All for me. He dips into his heat, drawing out a gasping moan from Hawks.
"More, more, I need it," Hawks is chanting mindlessly, pushing back onto his finger. "Dabi, more..."
"You won't be able to take me yet, hero," he assures, leaning over and growling the words as he pushes a second digit inside. "Can you be a good boy and enjoy what I'm giving you right now?"
Hawks chokes, nodding and fucking himself on his fingers. His wings beat loudly, and Dabi wishes he was at an angle that would allow him to caress those glorious feathers while he fingers him. "Dabi, Dabi, so good, please!"
He breathes a dark laugh, shaky at hearing his name spoken in such a passionate tone.
Dabi wiggles his fingers curiously as he works him open, searching for the spot that's sure to drive him crazy. Hawks' whining grows a pitch higher, and when his prostate is hit, he releases for the third time in Dabi's lap. The liquid splashes on his thigh and drips down to his sheets, but neither mind the mess.
Not when Hawks is still fucking hard.
Fuck waiting.
He grabs the bottle and slicks his cock with lube, not caring about how cold it feels. Within two seconds of grabbing the blond's hips and lifting him into his lap, he seats himself directly onto his cock.
Oh, fuck.
Sinking into Hawks, Dabi hisses a satisfied grunt through gritted teeth. He's so fucking warm, and the way he clenches around Dabi with an agonized shriek is heavenly.
He looks like an actual angel with how his wings spread achingly behind him. The sight alone is damn near enough to make him religious.
While he's trying to process how any human being can feel this fucking good, he feels Hawks' arm shift. Clearly not willing to be patient, the blond encases his cock in a weak, desperate hold. Dabi watches as it appears to provide some relief, but he's not moving—it's as though he can hardly register what he needs to do next to make it feel even better.
Shuddering, Dabi pushes his hand out of the way and replaces it with his own firm grip. Hawks is slick with his own cum, and with how his open-mouthed moans are sounding, he'll be cumming again in no time. "Oh, baby," he sneers, thrusting upwards while stroking him. "I gotta do everything, don't I?"
Hawks falls back on his dick with a soft cry, rolling his hips in time with his touching.
"Dabi, Dabi! F-Fuck, harder, please, ahhh, ahhh..."
He goes along with his demands, pistoning his hips upwards at a pace that satisfies them both. Dabi can't conceal his noises any longer, it's getting to be far too much. It's intoxicating, having this normally snippy hero acting as his submissive bitch. He tightens his grip on him possessively, eliciting incredible mewls from the hero. All for me, all mine.
Tension in his legs begin to build up as he slams into Hawks. With one hand on his hips to keep him in place and the other traveling up to his head, he grabs his messy mop of hair and drags him down to face him. Rapid blue eyes meeting shining brown, he snarls, "Who do you belong to?"
Even as he appears too far gone to understand the question, a broken moan spills from his mouth, "Dabi, oh, D-Dahhh..."
"Damn right."
Hawks' caramel stare starts to glaze over, distant as he chases release for a fourth time. Dabi follows soon after him, eyes scrunching up with a sharp groan as he finishes inside of the enveloping heat. It's delicious, Hawks is delicious—so good that he could be swallowed up and convinced to live the rest of his days as a good, honest man.
He rides the high with Hawks, until he hears a sigh above him that doesn't sound happy. He blinks the post-orgasmic haze away and meets pained, watering eyes.
"No more," Hawks begs.
Dabi listens, easily slipping him off of his dick. Hawks whines as his cock leaves him, but he sounds blissful, sated. The effects must be making their way out of his system.
He lays Hawks down on the sheets, cringing at the feeling of cum all over his body. Better go clean up.
Dabi rolls off of the bed and starts for the direction of the bathroom, careful not to get any of their mess on the ground. He doesn't want to give the hero another reason to bitch at him once he's better.
He tries not to feel bitter at the realization that this will never happen again.
Grabbing a wet towel, he cleans up his lower half. He's astonished that his careful sutures weren't affected by their messy actions, but he's thankful nonetheless.
He returns with the cloth and observes the new condition that Hawks is in. He's basking in the sheets, a pleased smile on his face.
Dabi huffs in amusement, wiping down his body. "You doing better?" he questions, rolling the towel up and tossing it on the ground. Hawks merely hums in reply.
A smug smirk shapes Dabi's cheeks as he stares down at the hero, lost in a haze of pleasure. He crawls back in the bed and situates Hawks in his arms, keeping his head buried in his chest as he trembles against him. I caused this. He feels this good because of me.
"Finally fucked that high and mighty attitude out of you," Dabi purrs, tracing a light finger along his hip bone. "That's hot as fuck."
Hawks winces at the touch. "N-No more," he pleads, shaking his head, "it—nghh—s-sensitive."
Dabi, damn his sentimentality, feels his chest swell with pride. "Alright, hero," he relents. He wraps his arms around his back, keeping him held up to his body. He uses his other arm to draw the blanket on top of them and successfully wraps them up in a comfortable embrace. Hawks sighs contently, snuggling close and falling into a calm sleep.
He's not sure if he's completely gotten rid of the quirk, but if it's still in his system when he wakes up, Dabi's more than willing to lend a helpful hand.
He closes his eyes and allows sleep to claim him as well.
***
He shouldn't have been surprised when he wakes up to a horrified yelp.
"Dabi?!" a coherent Hawks shrieks, thrashing backwards.
Dabi groans at the exclamation, successfully brought back to reality. Looking around with dreary eyes, he sees a much nicer room than what he's accustomed to. The bed that he's in is more comfortable than usual, and there's someone else with him...
Ah, yes, last night.
Upon feeling the sunlight directly in his eyes, he grabs the blanket and pulls it above his face. "Give me a minute," the villain mumbles sleepily, to which Hawks rudely yanks the blanket off of him and exposes his naked body to the world.
He hears a squeak of terror, and then the blanket is thrown back on top of him as Hawks scrambles away. Dabi tries to wake himself up enough to deal with the aftermath that he knew was coming, but he's finding it hard with how stiff his limbs are. He is tired.
"How, I—what?" Hawks stutters. Dabi watches the hero feel his own body, then grow pale as he realizes that he's naked as well. "Good God, I—?"
"Well, I take it you're feeling better," Dabi interrupts, stretching out. He winces as the clips in his arms and legs tug against his skin, then decides it better to just keep relaxing in the sheets as Hawks panics beside him.
"I don't..." Hawks trails off, eyes darting back and forth as he tries to remember the previous night.
Dabi, despite his exhaustion, is more than happy to inform him. "Lust quirk, according to you," he reminds him in a gravely tone, sliding closer. He narrows his eyes, smirking at him as the memories flood back. "You know, I think I saved your life or something."
"You..." Hawks gawks, reeling back in shock. He whines with sudden pain, his hands going up to his lower back, then falls back against the mattress. Dabi watches his reactions, entertained.
"That must've been one shit show of a fight," Dabi comments, overlooking the bruises that are fully visible in the rays of the rising sun. He feels a flash of something as he counts the multiple purple dots across his skin, but he doesn't try to identify what it is.
Hawks quivers, his face becoming a fair shade of scarlet. "How did you even...?" he questions, refusing to meet his eyes.
He snickers, remembering his entry. "You're the Number Two Hero," he berates, "and yet you somehow don't know the basics of home defense." He lifts a hand and strokes the side of his jaw, questioning in a teasingly soft tone, "What if a scary villain wanted to get in your house and have their way with you?"
The hero huffs, turning his cheek into the pillow. "Was that your plan all along?" Hawks mumbles, slightly muffled. "I didn't show up, so you thought you'd come over and teach me a lesson?"
Dabi snickers, then admits, "In a way, I suppose. I was gonna take our scheduled meeting to you, since you were clearly preoccupied and couldn't make it."
"Oh?" He sounds curious now, attentive. He inches closer, eyes gleaming. "Anything important I missed out on?"
There's the Hawks I know and love to annoy the shit out of. "Is that really important, now?" Dabi teases, bumping their noses together. "How about you, hero? How are you feeling after that sex-craving quirk?"
Hawks shifts backwards, having the audacity to look shy. "Doesn't matter."
"Sure it does. You could've died if I didn't show up."
Hawks inhales sharply, but rolls his eyes and brushes it off, "I had it all under control."
That statement punches an uncharacteristically loud laugh out of the villain. Hawks glares at him as he chuckles, "No, you clearly did not. You couldn't even get off without my help."
The hero pauses at that, brown stare widening.
Dabi takes advantage of his momentary pause. "Yeah," he says, "do you not remember any of it, little bird?" He purposefully looks down, drawing his tongue over his lips. "You were begging for my cock. Makes me think you had a thing for me before or something."
Hawks goes to cover himself, snapping, "Th-That's not funny, Dabi!"
"Oh, I don't think it is." He leans forward, wrapping a dangerous hand around his neck and forcing eye contact. He glares, dropping his casual behavior to enunciate his seriousness. The hero, although his eyes are challenging, has an overall nervous expression.
"I think," he drawls intensely, words oozing with hunger, "seeing the bratty, bossy birdbrain lose his damn mind while riding my dick was quite the treat."
Hawks gulps, but he isn't looking away.
The villain's grin returns, speaking with a gleeful lilt, "I got to see you desperate." Hawks' breath hitches, and Dabi continues, "I got to use you, and you begged me for it." He drags his hand up and takes the hero's chin in his hand, surprised, but pleased, when he doesn't try to push him back. "For one night, you learned your place." Lowering his mouth above Hawks' pretty pink lips, he murmurs, "Submissive is a good look on you, anyone ever tell you that?"
A furious blush dashes across Hawks' cheeks, and he manages to look away with a soft noise. "Stop," he tries halfheartedly.
He tilts his head. "Are you sure?" Dabi responds, relishing in the way Hawks is clearly holding back from him. "That quirk may still be in your system, and since I'm already here..."
"I'm going to kill you, Dabi."
"You can try." He reaches down and takes Hawks' dick in his hand, not waiting for a response. "I think you'd miss me too much, though."
Hawks inhales at the touch, whimpering, "Fuck."
"What do you say? How about another round, hmm?" He tries not to sound pleading, wanting to maintain his dark facade, but it's incredibly difficult when he's just as desperate.
Hawks snarls a curse to himself, then lurches forward with a snapping threat, "You're dead afterwards."
Dabi helps him onto his chest, dragging him down into a kiss that's all tongue, teeth, and angry moans. I look forward to it.